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Fic: Close Quarters

Title: Close Quarters
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Roy/Tim
Rating: NC-17; Totally
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 2,200
Author’s notes: Written for greeneyelove’s First Time Challenge. This is a stand alone and doesn’t take place in my usual Roy/Tim story line.

Close Quarters

As Roy walked out of the room he tossed his most winning smile back over his shoulder to Tim, who stood and watched him go. They’d been working together for almost 3 months on a mob bust. Mostly audio and video surveillance, which meant being trapped alone together in a small apartment for large chunks of time.

And the problem wasn’t that Roy minded spending so much time with Tim (if it was Dick, they probably would have killed each other already); the problem was that he found himself enjoying it a little too much. The kid was smart as hell and had this sarcastic wit that always seemed to startle a laugh out of Roy.

Roy had begun to enjoy Tim’s company so much, that he found himself flirting with Tim. When Roy realized he was doing it, he was only momentarily concerned. He flirted with everyone and Tim never seemed to mind. Hell, the kid had responded to his flirtations with coy teasing, so he couldn’t have minded too much.

No, the major problem arose as the months wore on from spring into summer and the room where they were conducting their surveillance got hotter and hotter.

Jeans and jackets turned into shorts and t-shirts and soon the shorts and t-shirts evolved into partial nudity, and it wasn’t until Roy found himself appreciating the way the smooth curves of Tim’s back gave way to the firm bump of his ass that he started to worry.

Tim wasn’t even legal, let alone even remotely attainable. He was Dick’s little brother for Christ’s sakes!

Roy tried hard to keep the status quo of their interaction, in hopes that Tim wouldn’t realize that Roy’s reactions towards him had changed. The tension seemed to culminate two and a half weeks ago when Roy caught himself imaging Tim’s long legs and firmly muscled ass while he was jerking off in the shower.

Roy had been so freaked out that he’d stop masturbating altogether, and right now he was feeling very frustrated, very tense and more than a little turned on.

“Thanks again for the help, Teen Wonder.” He forced out with faux casualness, as he gave a saucy wave.

He didn’t let himself look directly back at Tim, whose response to his words was lost in the squeak of the hinges as Roy beat a frenetic retreat.

He stood painfully still after he closed the door behind himself, trying to calm down. Trying hard not to think about how Tim’s utterly disheveled hair looked as if a lover had just run their hands though the dark strands in a fit of passion. Or how wet Tim’s lips looked after he licked the pizza sauce off of them. Or how those same lips were slightly swollen from the hot peppers Roy had spread liberally over the whole pie. Or how the denim of Tim’s jeans had pulled taunt as Tim leaned over to pick up a ear piece that had fallen on the floor.

The entire night had been one long exercise in control and suddenly he was back in that little room pushing Tim firmly up against one thin wall and kissing him. Hard.

And Tim was frantically kissing him back, and Roy could feel every gasping breath against his lips as that narrow chest heaved against his own. Tim’s tongue was hot and tasted like the juice he’d been drinking with dinner and Roy groaned into Tim’s mouth as Tim’s fingers curled desperately around the cloth covering Roy’s shoulders.

God, Roy couldn’t stop, but there was this niggling sense in the back of his mind that reminded him that there was a reason he shouldn’t have started at all. But even that voice was drowned out after he slid one hand under that thin shirt and cupped Tim’s narrow waist with a hand.

His skin was soft and hot and when Roy moved his other hand up under the shirt as well, to play lightly up and down Tim’s spine, a low keening sound erupted from the back of Tim’s throat and long fingers fisted even tighter in Roy’s shirt. And suddenly Roy’s mind’s eye was assaulted with an image of Tim walking around their cramped hideout, half naked, and Roy knew that he needed those perfect light brown nipples in his mouth.


Roy broke the kiss, and as he smoothly lifted the shirt over Tim’s head Tim slumped against the wall where they were braced, as if he couldn’t hold his weight up on his own. His lips were even more swollen than before, and they were flushed a cheery red color that was driving Roy insane.

Tim looked, intense, he looked debauched, he looked…

God, he looked so damn young and suddenly Roy remembered why it was he shouldn’t be doing this.

“Shit.” He gasped, hysteria tingeing his voice, “Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re only seventeen.”

Roy should stop, he knew he should stop, but Tim shifted back away from the wall and wrapped his arms around Roy neck.

“Shut up.” He whispered against Roy’s lips before he kissed Roy again; all firm lips and fast tongue and nipping teeth. Roy mind blanked out again and he took Tim into his arms and pulled them close together.

Tim’s kisses traveled across his jaw and down to his neck with an intensity that made Tim’s concentration on his task evident, and when Tim traced the line of Roy’s collarbone with his tongue Roy groaned deeply.

It was too much, and at the same time it wasn’t nearly enough. Roy was going crazy, it was as if his skin itched everywhere Tim’s tongue had been and he pulled Tim close, pressing their groins firmly against each other.

God, the friction felt so damn perfect, and it was took Roy a few moments to realize that Tim had gone completely still in him arms, muscles tense and body stiff.

Roy tried to swallow through the dryness in his throat as he looked down at Tim’s face. It was like his eyebrows couldn’t decide if they wanted to furrow or raise and his mouth was open as he sharply gasped in breaths of air. He made a low noise that reverberated in his chest and made vibrations against Roy’s hands where he touched Tim.

“Oh God---“ Tim’s voice was chocked and breathy as he spoke. “Oh God, you’re hard. Oh—Oh--”

And then his eyebrows did furrow and his upper teeth sank into the swollen flesh of his lower lip as an aborted thrust of Tim’s hips rubbed them both together.

Even through their clothes it felt fantastic and Roy’s loud gasps intermingled with Tim’s low moans.

This had to—He had to—

Roy wrapped both his hands around Tim’s narrow hips to hold him still. Roy skin was hypersensitive and, at this point, even the shirt he was wearing was bordering on over stimulation. If it was this bad (good?) for Roy, he wondered how it was for Tim. He was so much—


He was so much younger.

Roy forced his eyes open and Tim was staring with dilated blue eyes at Roy’s mouth. It was like he was hypnotized or trying really hard to think but the synapses weren’t firing properly, or something.

Then, Roy felt the hand that Tim had been resting against his chest move to the waist band of his jeans.

“Tim are you—“ Roy started, but those long clever fingers popped the snap on Roy’s jeans, completely distracting him. This was really going to happen.

“Tim.” Roy tried again, more firmly this time.

“Hmmm?” The sound was distracted and Roy felt Tim’s knuckles brush up against his cock as Tim slowly lowered the zipper of his fly.

“Are you—Have you ever done this, before?” Roy was surprised at how clear his voice sounded. It was quite an accomplishment considering The Boy Wonder’s hands were practically down his pants.

He felt both those hands move to his hips and delve under the waist band of both his jeans and boxers. Tim spread his arms making the clothing slip down Roy’s hips, carefully tenting them over Roy’s cock, as he lowered them down and past Roy’s thighs.

Roy’s stomached clenched in nervousness and excitement as he watched Tim stare intently down at his dick.

Tim dropped to his knees in front of Roy, and glancing up to make firm eye contact with Roy he said in a strong clear voice, “No.” before suddenly taking Roy into his mouth.

Roy gasped and almost fell, catching himself on the wall at Tim’s back at the last minute. Tim’s mouth was so wet and so hot; his tongue, a soft pillow in contrast to the knobby roof of Tim’s mouth.

He was inexperienced and unpracticed, and his teeth grazed Roy’s dick almost painfully a number of times but Roy couldn’t remember ever being as turned on from a blow job as he was now.

Tim wrapped one hand around the base of Roy’s cock to hold it steady as he fucked his mouth with it. The other hand came up under the hem of Roy’s shirt cup his ass.

Tim rocked forward and back as he sucked and made low, needy noises in the back of his throat as he sucked, the friction of Tim’s jeans on his cock both painful and perfect as he rocked.

The moaning and the sucking and Tim’s slim fingers digging into the muscles of Roy’s ass were driving him insane, and Roy was having a hard time making himself not move his hips.

It had been so long… Such a long time since the last time he’d come, and he needed—he needed…

“Tim!” He gasped out, stomach muscles spasming with the suppressed need to orgasm. “Tim, you need to-- You need to pull off, I’m gonna—“

But Tim just let out a loud moan and sucked harder, pulling Roy in as deep as he could take him, and Roy couldn’t take it anymore.

He shouted wordlessly as he came, his strong fingers trying to dig into the unforgiving wall where he braced his hands. His body shook and his vision blackened, his heart beat forcefully against his chest and no matter how many lung-fulls of air he breathed in, it didn’t seem like enough.

Roy’s chin sunk to his chest and he looked down at Tim. He stared up at Roy with wide desperate eyes and Roy’s cum painted his mouth.

Roy moaned and reached down to pull Tim up to him. Tim was breathing hard and making low, needy sounds, and the minute Roy pulled Tim into his arms, Tim’s eyes clenched shut and his brows furrowed, as if in concentration.

Those sounds were doing things to Roy’s mind, and then Tim’s lips were moving numbly with silent begging, forming the words ‘please, please, please, please’ over and over again.

Jesus, the kid was going to kill him.

Roy slid a leg between Tim’s until Tim was sitting on one of Roy’s bare thighs. Tim lifted his arms to Roy’s shoulders to balance, as Roy reached down and quickly undid Tim’s jeans.

Tim’s cock was dark with blood, and the tip was an almost-purple shade that Roy recognized from personal experience. Tim really needed to cum.

Tim’s chest was heaving and his tongue was licking at an obviously dry mouth as he looked up at Roy in confusion. Roy snaked the hand that had opened Tim’s fly around Tim’s back and cupped Tim’s ass before firmly pressing forward bringing Tim’s over-sensitive cock into contact with the bare skin of Roy’s thigh. Tim’s cock was white hot and wet at the tip.

“Ahhuhhh!” Tim half shouted, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut again.

Tim was gasping in air as Roy pressed his ass foreword again, and Roy could feel the pre-cum from the tip of Tim’s cock, slick against his thigh, and on the next thrust Roy found he hardly had to move his hand at all to encourage Tim.

Tim’s face was a mask of concentration and need and his chest heaved in little sobs as he frantically rubbed himself against Roy’s thigh, faster and harder, trying desperately to increase the friction.

With a sharp gasp Tim fell forward and buried his face into the sweat-damp cloth at Roy’s shoulder, and Roy felt hot cum spatter on the top of his thigh.

He reveled in the feeling of it slickly dripping down the sides of his leg as Tim panted for breath against his shoulder. The room smelled strongly of cum, and it felt hotter than a furnace.

Tim’s entire body was slumped against him, as if his muscles could no longer function, and he was rubbing his face softly into Roy’s shoulder.

“That was fucking fantastic…” The words were muffled and horse against Roy’s shoulder, and Roy couldn’t help but let out a high laugh.

“We’re both completely insane.” He said when he calmed down, to the top of the dark head resting on his shoulder.

“Probably…” Tim replied conversationally, his voice still a little muffled. Then, “Let’s eat the last of the pizza.”

Well, Roy reflected with a smile as Tim climbed off him and made his way towards the half empty box, at least it wouldn’t be awkward.



Roy: I’ll see you your blow job, Mr. Drake, and raise you some frottage.
Tim: I fold.

Everybody wins in imaginary sex-poker.


( 14 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 2nd, 2007 08:04 pm (UTC)
*falls off chair*

My brain has turned to mush...seriously, I am beyond words. I have no way to describe the sheer hottness of this.

Thank you for writing it!!!

Aug. 2nd, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I actually had a ton of fun writing it.

And now we all know that Tim likes pizza after sex.
Aug. 2nd, 2007 09:41 pm (UTC)
Pizza after sex is a good thing. This story? So beyond good there isn't a word for it.
Aug. 2nd, 2007 10:16 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it!

And the word for 'so beyond good there isn't a word for it' is 'hot fudge sundae'. Just for the record. =DD
Aug. 3rd, 2007 01:25 am (UTC)

My brain's in a puddle on the floor. Mmmm, boysex. :)
Aug. 3rd, 2007 01:14 pm (UTC)
I think "Mmmm,boysex." sums things up quite nicely.

Glad you liked it!
Aug. 3rd, 2007 02:47 am (UTC)
Great. Loved it. I really enjoy Roy/Tim and this was a great version of how their first time might be. Loved the pizza afterwards, and how Tim took charge when Roy was fretting over his age.

One thing threw me, though- you wrote "17". Numbers under one hundred are always written out unless it's an address or a formal title. So when in the middle of what's shaping up to be a great sex scene, I'm suddenly jarred out of the fic... eh, not exactly what youre going for, I assume.
Aug. 3rd, 2007 10:19 am (UTC)
Actually, on the numbers, it depends on what style guide you use. According to Chicago style, yes, all numbers under 17 are written out, but many other style guides only write out zero through nine or zero through ten. MLA gives the author the option of doing it either way.

::coughs:: Oh, the life of a freelance editor is a sad sad thing.
Aug. 3rd, 2007 10:32 am (UTC)
::sigh:: Right. No more typing before I'm awake. Of course I meant "all numbers under 101" because according to Chicago style you write out "one hundred" also.
Aug. 3rd, 2007 01:17 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked the fic.

I'm sorry the '17' threw you off your groove, this didn't even occur to me. I'll change it, don't want it happening to anyone else.
Aug. 3rd, 2007 02:44 pm (UTC)
whoa. Hot. Great!
Aug. 3rd, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
Aug. 7th, 2007 11:22 pm (UTC)
Holy WOW!!!!!!!!!
Aug. 7th, 2007 11:51 pm (UTC)
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